Lesbian Sisters Novels & Stories

I stood on the street corner for what felt like hours, finally gathering enough courage to attempt mind-linking with my sisters. Unsurprisingly, they had blocked my mental connection long ago. I sighed and pulled out my phone, calling my Alpha sister, Alexa. Twenty years as siblings should count for something. No matter how ugly things had become, we deserved one final meal together. She disconnected my calls repeatedly before finally shutting her phone off completely. I swallowed it down and dialed my Beta sister, Riley. This time, after an eternity of ringing, she deigned to answer, like she was granting me some grand favor.

Jasmine stood there with awe in her eyes and a smile on her lips. "How did you know it was me?" "Remember? We are soul sisters," Lila said dramatically. They had been so close to the point that people rumoured that they were lesbians and were together. Jasmine smiled as she knew that was what her friend was referencing. Lila stepped out of the way to let her friend get in. "What are you doing here?" "Your very sexy and hot husband asked me to get down here and take care of you because you might be too hungover to do anything for yourself, so I'm here." Lila rolled her eyes at her friend; she was even more dramatic than she was.

Precious did not think any guy is attractive if he is below thirty, and the guy in the pink shirt was obviously about our age. Lily looked at the corner, "there are two of them. Twins, I mean." "Let's go say hello!" I jumped up, fumbled in my bag, found the towel I brought and used it to dry my body. "Abeg go alone. I do not go to men, men come to men." Precious removes her sunglasses from her bag and wears them. "Suit yourself," I laughed. "Puppet, come be your sister's wing woman." Lily took the hand I held out to her and stood up. She let me dry her arms, thighs and face that had identical freckles as mine on her nose, cheeks and at the corner of her left eye.

She winks and follows her sisters. “What the fuck was that and who were they?” Mason mumbles next to me. “Ashe the first…” “I know who she is… I meant the women,” He nods at the door they passed through. “I have no idea,” I reply. I remember vaguely Lamia talking about three sisters and Kellen recalling his time in Bhakhil when he was visited by three women who bestowed gifts upon him. Could they be the same three women? “Nymphs. Daughters of Morrigan.” Mathias answers our question.

Molly pressed the advantage, pressing her lips to her sister's. Lexi smelled of sweat and a slight perfume. Her lips were thin, not soft and lush like Molly's own. The passion of her kisses, though, made her affection clear. Molly didn't think of herself as a lesbian. She liked dick, like, a lot. But she enjoyed the difference of being with her sister, too. Lexi didn't have curves, exactly, but she was still feminine. Molly liked feeling her sister's little breasts press against her own. She liked reaching into Lexi's jeans and feeling her soft, warm furrow. Lexi rolled them over so that she was on top. Typical. They were both half naked now. Their hands between each other's bare legs. They

The girls looked like sisters of friends; they giggled girlishly and waved their hands in their hair. “Hello handsome,” one said. “Hello handsome!” the other one said and then fell on me. The first one drew her back into herself with a chuckle. “Forgive my sister. This is how excited we get when we see someone handsome and we can’t help it, you know?” “You’re drunk,” I said to her. “And so? We want to fuck you; that’s sane enough.” I was so confused and lost. “What?” “I mean, if you aren’t into the both of us, you can just take me.” the sister started to protest and the first one immediately added: “If you’re into the kinky shit, you should take the both of us. Most men like us together at a

She sighs, murmuring, "At least I know I can still count on you." And Liviana gives the woman a tight squeeze, promising that she could always count on her because she would always be here for her, asking, "What else are sisters for?" It was just a shame not everyone thought the same way... It's a shared thought that has the two pulling back, bittersweet to find their sisterhood solidified as nothing more than a duo, and while they were beyond the moon to still have one another, they couldn't help but feel sad by the absence of their other sister - Leona, whose seemingly gone mad.

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."

“I only know that getting pregnant by Remiel ruined her chances to be Queen and allowed Eve to become Lucifer’s baby mama.” “The story runs deeper than that I’m afraid.” The center woman breathes out heavily, her eyes meeting with Levi’s beside me. Levi nods his head in confirmation. “You may tell Jamari what you know about that night Clotho.” Clotho, so the woman that is currently wearing their shared eyes is the sister Clotho. That means that the other two women are Atropos and Lachesis, but who is who I have no idea. My eyes move back and forth between the two sisters.